Butterfly

I started out my life so small,
Insignificant and ugly
Crawling around through the fall
Thinking that life meant nothing at all
Wishing to fly, fly so high
To the beautiful morning and touch the sky.

But I was accursed, habit my play
Built to consume
Any and all that got in my way.
How could I live through another day?
Dreaming of flight, to fly so high,
Through the white clouds that littered the sky?

Till one day, He picked me
So hurt and so angry
And I started to see
What He could make me, what I could be
He’d teach me to fly, to fly so high
To His blessed morning, His glorious sky.

So He took my life, made it anew
Metamorphosis occurring
In a cocoon, the moments so few
I emerged a new creation, wondering what I could do
So I stretched my new wings, to fly so high
To taste the dew, in that awesome sky

That’s when I flew, though not too long.
What a wonderful feeling!
To be so alive, to be healthy and strong!
And then in an instant, that moment was gone.
It was my dream, to fly so high,
Instead I tumbled, and fell from that sky.

I hit the ground, broken
Wondering why,
Was it something I did? Something I’d  spoken?
And what of my wings? That beautiful token
That led me to try, to fly so high
To reach out and try, to touch that sky?

He spoke to me, with words so true
“Could you forget
My precious child, the sky is Mine, and whom I give it to?
It doesn’t mean I don’t love you.
One day soon, you’ll fly so high,
Past the horizon, past My sky.”

It was only then, I started to see
He’s not in the ground,
Nor in the sky, He’s inside me,
And I don’t need wings to be set free.
One day I’ll fly, fly so high
For He is my morning, He is my sky.

I’m a butterfly with tattered wings
These scars a reminder
To not worship self, and not worship things,
But to lift Him up only, to dance and to sing
Cause why try so hard, to fly so high,
When He’ll take me there, the day that I die?